"You are here for one purpose, and that purpose is your womb, you'll bear me many children." "Understood husband."

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

Sunday Colbert was only 16 when she escaped from the Barron city's juvenile correction facility, two years before she was to be transferred to a women's prison to spend the rest of her 15 year sentence. She thought she had freedom until a storm in the middle of fall was so horrid she couldn't find shelter anywhere before coming across an open gate on a deserted road in the outskirts of the city. Getting caught wasn't an option, nor was freezing to death in the blizzard, but being bribed by the owner Sir Johnathan Victor of that mansion to either tend to his family garden or be turned in was clearly a no brainer. She didn't realize what type of garden it was until she met the five young women all named after flowers. All human girls who were treated like queens and princess who tend to each and every need of their "Daddy" and his sons, especially when the vampires needed to feed... on blood. Naming her his Iris to add to the ageless man's garden of beauty and food, will she adjust to their bizarre and unnatural way of life? Will in turn cower out? Would she enjoy the mayhem, and bask in to the incitement and provocativeness of the temptations placed before her?